['No, go away.' That's the first thought that comes to Dylas. He hates it when people pay attention to him unless he's in the mood for such attention. He might compare himself to a cat in that way, but since no one's ever compared him to anything other than an ass or a horse, well. Here he is.
He focuses on the food in front of him, but his brow furrows when he sees that his hands are shakier than before. He sets down the knife and whirls around, suddenly facing Chuuya.
His tail twirls with him and slams against the door to the oven which, you know, hurts a little, but Dylas tries to ignore that he forgot where his tail was.]
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He focuses on the food in front of him, but his brow furrows when he sees that his hands are shakier than before. He sets down the knife and whirls around, suddenly facing Chuuya.
His tail twirls with him and slams against the door to the oven which, you know, hurts a little, but Dylas tries to ignore that he forgot where his tail was.]
Yep. What do you want?